Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"The Demonic Cherry Valley is nothing but this, weak and powerless."

Wang Qiye, lying on the ground, rubbed his chest and did not get up for a while. After the Qingzhu Magic Art was activated, he felt much better. He jumped up, pointed Wentian at the ground, and looked at the person who came.

"Lingxi Valley is just like this, not painful or itchy."

Shi Kuang San took a deep breath and stood up from the ground. The wound on his waist had stopped bleeding. However, the vigilance in his eyes never relaxed. This little Taoist priest was indeed quite capable and was an opponent worth dealing with seriously.

"what--"

I don't know who shouted, but the two of them rushed towards each other at the same time.

Wentian chopped three times, but was blocked by the iron rod each time. Wang Qiye held Wentian with both hands, pressed him tightly against the iron rod, and pressed forward, but he did not move at all. He could not help but cursed with gritted teeth.

"Why doesn't Mo Yinggu stay in that dark place and come out to embarrass himself again?"

Shi Kuang San pressed his back feet against the ground, and used his magic weapon to push against a long sword. He took a deep breath, and exerted force on his hands, trying to push the long sword back, but he was evenly matched with him, and he grinned.

"I can't see the sun all day, so I want to go out and get some fresh air."

"There are too many injustices in this world, and you won't be left out."

Wang Qiye took a deep breath, exerted force with both hands again, and pressed Wentian forward a little. His eyes lit up.

"We have to give people a way to survive. We have been oppressed for too long, so long that we have been forgotten by the world."

Shi Kuang San's face was filled with ruthlessness, and a spirit of not admitting defeat surged in his hands, pushing Wen Tian back.

"The way to survive is right there. You are living well, why would you want to die?"

"Is that a way to survive? That's charity, that's spit on!"

At this time, Kuang San's face was already a little distorted, and he pushed Wen Tian back little by little.

"Although I sympathize with you, I think killing you might make you feel better."

Wang Qiye showed sincerity on his face, and his hands moved quickly. He exerted a little more force and pushed the iron rod back a little more.

"There are too many hypocrites in the world. Now, we only trust our fists!"

At this time, Kuang San's face became ferocious, as if a demon had been awakened.

"No, the Wentian in my hand won't agree. I am a gentleman."

Wang Qiye showed a sinister smile, and in the eyes of others, he looked like a saint.

"Hahahaha - so if there is no road, I will use my blood to make one today!!!"

Shi Kuang San suddenly burst into laughter and a tear came out of his eyes, but it sounded particularly creepy to the ears of the monks around him.

"I'm sorry, this road is blocked. You can find another place now. Maybe I can let you go."

Wang Qiye spoke calmly, but his hands did not slow down, instead they increased their strength, as if he was going to defeat this demon right now.

"Brother Qiu, everything has been arranged. We can start now."

A cultivator from the Blood Evil Valley stood behind Qiu Wanhe and clasped his fists to report.

Qiu Wanhe and the junior sister in his arms exchanged a glance, and their enthusiasm did not diminish, but became even stronger.

"Let's get started, Junior Sister. Let them see the methods of our Blood Evil Valley. Let them tremble once again!!!"

"Yes, senior brother."

Su Chenyang took out a talisman ball from his storage bag that was about the same size as the one Wang Qiye had used and activated it directly.

30 seconds after the patterns on it were fully revealed, the 400 spirit stones on the outer layer had been completely absorbed, the outermost energy absorption device began to fall off, and the entire talisman ball suddenly became smaller.

Energy flowed in the pipes, and all 333 talismans lit up, forming a talisman array, which allowed the Blood Demon Summoning Talisman to begin operating.

After another 30 seconds, Su Chenyang placed a blood-red talisman on the ground. It flashed red light for three breaths and then disappeared. However, nothing happened.

Qiu Wanhe was no longer around, but Su Chenyang seemed to have expected this and did not go looking for him. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering to himself.

There seemed to be a ray of red from the setting sun in the sky, but the sun was clearly shining brightly at noon, so why did the sky change?

A minute later, there was another streak of red in the sunset, but the battle was getting more intense, so no cultivator noticed it. At this moment, there was another streak of red in the sky.

Seeing that the formation was running successfully, even if it stopped now, it would not be able to stop the blood demon from coming. Su Chenyang's face showed a morbid arrogance. "You all must die, all of you must die!!!"

Zhuang Baoxiang grabbed Hua Tiesheng's iron spear, pulled it hard with his right hand, and kicked him out. Seeing a corpse jumping towards him, he was extremely angry.

In just one fight, Tan Zhenshan, the Three Corpses, was careless for a moment and lost one of the Refined Corpses. Since then, he has not found another opportunity to kill another one. Every time he was about to make a move, he was stopped by someone.

Every time they send a corpse to harass us. After being injured, it recovers on the spot, and then comes up to harass us again when it's well. It's so annoying.

He gathered up his strength with the iron spear in his hand, rushed forward, and threw the spear. The iron spear pierced the corpse and flew backwards with the corpse until it pierced a big tree 20 meters away before it stopped.

The corpse struggled several times and tried to come down from the tree, but to no avail. He refused to give up and kept jumping sideways.

Han Tiesheng from the Magnolia Tower stood up, holding his chest with his hands. He just glanced at the scorched monk and left in a hurry.

"The flowers in Wenxiang Pavilion have fallen, and I have come here to ask for your advice!"

A girl dressed in pink gauze, holding a whip in one hand, stood in front of Zhuang Baoxiang. She was another cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"It's endless, right?"

Zhuang Baoxiang just cursed lightly and punched the girl without any sympathy.

Looking at the vigorous Zhuang Baoxiang, Fang Qingtian was secretly worried. Now, he, Su Yingmeng and Yu Jinyan were standing obediently under the black flag, not daring to move.

The people on the other side also knew that these three people were prisoners, and since they had more people than them, they didn't bother to care about them. After they killed the two bald guys, the prisoners would disperse on their own.

Yu Jinyan hoped that these two demons would be more powerful, otherwise her situation would be worrying. Su Yingmeng and Fang Qingtian were both from the Demon Sect, and they could get away with it by paying the financial affairs. But looking at the way some demon cultivators looked at her, she was afraid that it was more than just the financial affairs.

He couldn't help but grab the sword beneath him with force, staring at Wang Qiye and Zhuang Baoxiang without blinking, hoping that they could hold on a little longer. If anything went wrong, he would be ready to touch his neck with his magic weapon.

Su Yingmeng's eyes were fixed on the young master, without any consideration for her own fate. Wang Qiye could not defeat him for a long time, and the battle with Kuang San at that time was in a stalemate, which made the girl's heart rise in her throat.

"Come again!"

Shi Kuang roared loudly, his eyes showing even more ruthlessness. The beads of sweat on his forehead shone with crystal blood light in the sunlight, but he had no time to wipe them off.

"I'm not afraid of you!!!"

Wang Qiye leaned forward and held Wentian behind his back with his hands. He was panting heavily, but he still tried his best to gather his spiritual power towards Wentian bit by bit.

The red light has occupied most of the sky, but it still cannot stop the two heart-wrenching battles.

Shi Kuang San pointed the magic weapon in his hand forward, and his movements were not slow. A drop of sweat flowed down his forehead into the corner of his eye. The salty and astringent feeling made him feel sore, but he did not dare to move his eyes easily, for he was afraid of missing every next knife.

"what--"

The two of them rushed towards each other at the same time, the two young men running at full speed, as if they were chasing the wind, or like sharp arrows shot out, without looking back.

"Crescent Slash"

"Devil's Sea Exploration"

Wang Qiye rolled over and over on the ground, and finally stopped after he crashed into a large rock. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. He tried to stand up by holding onto the rock, but his blood surged, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, which was mixed with some internal organs, and fell back to the spot.

Shi Kuang San was completely embedded in the mud, with a bloodstain running from his shoulder to his waist, which looked extremely scary. If it weren't for his chest still rising and falling, he would have been thought dead by now.

He scratched in the mud with his hands for a few times but was unable to stand up. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. He took out a pill from the storage bag, hesitated for a moment, and then resolutely put it into his mouth.

Just as he took the pill, Shi Kuang San's whole body suddenly glowed red, even his eyes were glowing red, an extremely creepy look that frightened those who saw it.

The scar that ran through the body suddenly stopped bleeding, and flesh teeth quickly grew. In less than three breaths, the wound healed as if it had never existed.

"Magic Valley will not fail, Toki Kuangsan cannot fail!!!"

Along with these creepy words, a pair of large hands with red light stretched out from the mud pit. The momentum kept rising, and it even surpassed Shi Kuangsan in his peak period.

When he stood up again, even the magic iron rod, like Shi Kuang San, was emitting a strange red light.

The monks around him were trembling with fear, and dared not look at him anymore, and fled one after another. Because they could no longer see Shi Kuangsan's eyes, the place where his eyes were was completely replaced by red light, like a searchlight, shining on the collapsed Wang Qiye.

"You deserve to die"

The words came from nowhere, as if they came from the Netherworld.

"It couldn't be worse!"

Wang Qiye coughed lightly, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He felt a burning sensation in his chest and abdomen.

Feeling that he should be able to stand up now, Wang Qiye lifted Wentian slightly with his right hand, quickly grabbed him again with his left hand, and then held the knife with both hands.

With his back leaning against the rock, he still maintained the posture he had just fallen in. Every bit of extra strength at this moment was a luxury.

Spiritual power gathered towards Wentian bit by bit. Wang Qiye looked around with a resolute look, passing the red figure rushing towards him, and exclaimed in his heart.

“It’s a really good place.”

He pushed hard on the stone and leaned forward instantly. There was nothing else in his eyes except Shi Kuang San who was running towards him.

"One Mind Flows"

"Devil Sakura Advent"

A bald man in a black Taoist robe collided with a figure with red light all over his body. A long iron rod passed through Wang Qiye's chest, revealing a large part of his intestines. A sword of heaven pierced through Shi Kuangsan's heart until the handle disappeared.

Both of them smiled, but they didn't laugh out loud. Their legs went weak and they both fell to the ground.